3am In Brooklyn

I feel insane, I can't stop writing

Even crazier for fighting

What must be said

This pencil feels like lead

And everybody's dead

Asleep tonight -- 'cept me

I scribble so impatiently

The keys rest upon my knees

And I need something

I need some sort of recipe

I need something

I need someone to rescue me

To set me free

To take me places I ought to be



And I was just about to fall for you

But I stopped myself in the middle of my longing

Because I know it isn't true

It's just the alcohol that's talking

And I keep on responding to

The sky above dark blue

Where I'm wishin' on stars I never knew

And I'm wonderin' how people I grew up with

Could grow up into

People I wish I never ever knew